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I will be more conscious. I will accept all offers. I will do the next, most obvious thing.
07.30.04
FRIDAY
Carpe diem, biatch, indeed. joking face After two years of wanting to experience Audium, I didn't again tonight. LOL! But that was due to the show being at a too-early 8:00pm, which would have made getting there from work such a tight squeeze that my date and I wouldn't have had time for dinner beforehand! So, Rich T and I improvised at every turn as even our backup plan of watching the sun set after dinner was fogged out of feasibility... Ultimately, we made the night as magical as one can when most of it is spent discovering for the umpteenth time that there is no parking to be found in all of San Francisco. joking face

As for how it went... grinning face. Barring the occasional awkward pause and nervously bouncing leg, I think we clicked as well as we had over IM and the phone for the past week. All day I had wondered... if we would hit it off live... if our online personalities were accurate enough for neither of us to be disappointed... and if, after finally meeting each other, we would shake hands, hug, or kiss goodnight.

We hugged. And it was amazing - the best hug I have ever had, and better than any first-date kiss could ever hope to be. It was... perfect. smiling face

QUOTABLE: *PENDING*
TUNAGE:
[hear]
[buy]
[me]
Ratatat
"El Pico"
Ratatat
I hope the passengers of N-Judah enjoyed my seat-drumming rendition. joking face
07.19.04
MONDAY
When my alarm clock began to give me trouble a few months ago, I activated my cell phone's alarm feature and never looked back... until last night. Upon remembering, at bedtime, that I had forgotten my cell phone at Audrey K's party on Saturday, I was left with no option other than to employ my previously dysfunctional alarm clock once again. Still skeptical after some successful tests, I recited an incantation or two while I scheduled the device to wake me at the necessary hour. Under the shadow of doubt, but with no other choice, I then laid down to sleep. I was understandably ready, therefore, to renounce all my vices - stuff like too much kindness and being a non-smoker - when I woke up 10 minutes early. At least, I thought that my prayers had been answered... until I realized that the clock had frozen 10 minutes prior to the prescribed hour! Despite actually waking up 1.5 hours beyond my desired time, I didn't rush myself much more than usual, as the return for doing so is negligible when you live according to a train schedule, as I do.

Now, I don't like wearing a watch, so I don't own one, which meant that, without my cell phone, I was also without a timepiece on my way to the train station today. This resulted in an inability to check the minute at any moment and speculate as to whether or not I'd catch my express train. I never could have predicted how freeing this would feel. Finding myself with no other choice again, I sat back and appreciated my effective inability to worry. I pondered how life would be if we needn't live by the clock. My conclusion: what a delightfully primitive idea!

QUOTABLE: Max Lucid: I'm going to Starbucks. You in?
Audrey K: Nah, my feet hurt. I can't walk that far in these shoes, unless you wanna carry me.
Max Lucid: Um... no. joking face
Audrey K: Apparently you're not a riding dear; you're an eating dear. Yum.
TUNAGE:
[hear]
[buy]
[me]
The Postal Service
"Such Great Heights"
Give Up
I can't stop singing this song! Willpower... useless! (Don't) Help me! joking face
07.13.04
TUESDAY
This morning I noticed a rather ridiculous bit of advertising targeting rushed commuters at the train station. It was for the McDonald's McFlurry, and it read,
I'm in a hurry
for McFlurry.

I don't know about you, but, from my past experience, the McFlurry is one of the most delay-inducing items on the McDonald's menu. Unless the poster was up to announce a revolutionary new McFlurry Mixing Machine (the M3), I wouldn't bank on a McFlurry relieving me of any hurry-induced stress.

But wait, there's more. The poster featured an ogre-sized depiction of a single item: the "Classic" Oreo McFlurry. The Classic Oreo McF-WHAT?!? The only thing classic about the Oreo McFlurry is that people have crushed cookies into ice cream since the first day the two earless food products found themselves within earshot of each other! (And you wondered why I mentioned their lack of ears - Ha!) I'm sure it was in a pristine garden somewhere - perhaps the garden of Eden - and I'm even more sure that their union did NOT involve a clown named Ronald. The clown's name was n, who we should thank for the classic ice cream flavor, Cookies n' Cream.

QUOTABLE: Audrey K: What are you eating, my dear?
Max Lucid: Noooo, I'd never eat your dear. He's a riding dear, not an eating dear!
Audrey K: Well, then how do you think Santa got so fat?
TUNAGE:
[hear]
[buy]
[me]
Phil Collins
"Don't Lose My Number"
No Jacket Required
It has a rockin' chorus for a 19 year old song. Ah, nostalgia!